Suburban blues

sitting on my toilet, reading Rolling Stone
Benny in the kitchen making peach rum
Vera sleeps on attic floor, even though the tape screams
gotta wake her up, but who am i to break her dreams?
it's been raining for two days now, gotta get some sleep but how?
i could use a puff, but i have never smoked
i'm afraid of drinking, oh i am such a wuss
got no money, but instead i got suburban blues!

some bimbo's calling me three hours in a row
she makes me wanna puke every then and now
so i tell her that i hate her, don't love and don't want
and i tell her i'm not home, i am dead and i am gone
so i break my phone, and pore me some rum
i could really use a smoke, but i have never smoked
i'm afraid of sleeping, i surely am a wuss
got no money, but instead i got suburban blues!

the clock has ticked exactly eleven o'clock
Benny got up and without a single word
put on my old mckintosh and was gone in a flash
while Vera got down from the attic to make beef hash
twenty years of madness, twenty quizzes--same answer 
wanna have a puff, but i have never smoked
i'm afraid to live, oh i'm such a wuss!
got no money, but instead i got suburban blues!